Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
“You’re looking at me,” I say, a little breathless.
William nods, and as he does his hands find mine. They don’t brush delicately. He doesn’t steal a hidden touch or entwine a finger. He grabs my hands in his fists, squeezing tight, and brings them to his lips. “I am,” he breathes, kissing my knuckles. He keeps my hands at his lips for a moment, peppering kisses, inhaling the scent of my skin, and then rests his cheek on them.
He's hurting. He’s hurting like I’m hurting. I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know if we can. In the long term, at least. But right now, in this very moment, I can make him feel wonderful. I can make him feel like the most important man in the fucking world. Wanted. Loved. Safe.
Natural.
And I need to do that. For him. For me.
And so, my hands gently break out of the prison he’s holding them in, my fingers sliding to the sides of his neck. His eyes are locked on mine. Wide, not blinking. But he doesn’t move. He waits for my mouth to reach his, his breaths coming faster until our lips meet.
Fuck. The kiss alone is almost too much. He’s shaved since this morning, his skin soft against mine. He tastes of cider. A hint of toothpaste. His tongue pushes into my mouth, so different from last time. Eager. Hungry. And it’s exhilarating, feeling his need, sensing his passion. Knowing that it’s for me.
My hands slip from his neck, pressing down onto his chest. They go further, tease the hem of his T-shirt, linger there, test the waters. To my surprise and complete delight, William tears his mouth from mine and steals the hem from my fingertips, before pulling the shirt up his body and over his head. Immediately, he grabs at my neck, tries to pull me back into a kiss, but I refuse. I need a moment to take him in.
My eyes flit from his chest to his eyes and back again. William watches me, eyes narrow with curiosity as I run my palm over the firm flesh. “God, you’re beautiful,” I tell him. As I say it, his chest rises and falls quickly beneath my fingers. He’s firm and soft all at the same time, with a smattering of hair running a trail down the centre.
My dick swells. It’s uncomfortable, forcing me to move. I shift in my seat, bend my head to taste where I touch. I kiss around his nipples, flick them with my tongue and, for a moment, worry this might all come to an abrupt and unsatisfying end when he thrusts his hips and lets out a groan. One more of those, and I’m fucking done for.
This is happening. We can’t stop it now. Keeping my eyes on William’s, I slide to my knees, position myself on the floor in front of him. He knows what’s about to happen, and he wants it. Wants me. It’s all there in his expression. In his open mouth. His breathlessness. His hooded eyes.
I unbutton his jeans. Lower the zip. Hook my fingers into the waistband. Wordlessly, through just a look, he understands what I need from him. He arches his hips, lifts his arse, letting me pull his jeans and boxers to his ankles. And he’s there. Ready. Hard.
Fucking glistening for me.
My palms smooth over his thick thighs, fingertips digging. Closing in on his groin, my thumb brushes his balls, causing his breath to stutter violently in his throat. Fuck, that reaction.
“Has another man ever touched you here?” I ask, before placing sweet, chaste kisses along the ridge of his hip, never breaking eye contact.
“N-no,” he chokes out, word cracking.
I can’t describe the power I receive in that single word. I keep watching him as I take his cock in my hand.
“Have you imagined it?” I ask.
He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.” He’s broken the eye contact now, his gaze drawn to what I’m doing to him. Focused. Fascinated. Staring intently as my hand, a man’s hand, moves up and down his thick shaft.
“Have you imagined me touching you?”
He nods, brow furrowed, replies in a breathless whisper, “Yes...” He’s nervous. I hear it in his voice, feel it in the tremble of his thighs.
My free hand slides up his body, seeking his, and I interlock our fingers, reassuring him, letting him know that I’ve got him, that he’s okay, this is okay, as I gather moisture in my mouth…and thrust him straight to the back of my throat.
“O-ohh…f-fuck!” he cries out, head falling back before his throat expels a delicious moan.
I smile around his cock, relishing in the hold I have over him in this moment. He’s watching again, his expression twisted in pleasure. He squeezes my hand, while the other reaches for my hair.
“Mmm,” is all I can manage to mumble with my mouth full, although I’m sure he appreciates the vibration against his tip.